Legend and Story of the Philippine Tiyanak Child Vampire

Tiyanak child vampire of Philippine Legend

Another Philippine mythical creature is the Tiyanak or patianak (also known as "Impakto"). It is said to be the soul of a miscarried or aborted fetus. A baby who dies before receiving the baptismal sacrament of the church. It returns from the dead possessed by evil spirits, seeking retribution on the living, especially on it's mother and the abortionist.

The Tiyanak's ability to change it's form into what looks like a normal baby provides camouflage to attract victims.During the day a Tiyanak appears like an ordinary child but changes into it's real form at night. Transforming into a creature with sharp claws and fangs, it lures it's victim by imitating the cries of an infant. It then feeds on their blood and inner organs.

To defend against the Tiyanak and break free from the enchantment of it's baby cries, you are supposed to turn the clothes you are wearing inside out. This confuses the creature who find this action ludicrous and would then just leave the victim.

Listlessly, the curtain move....

The Child Vampire (short story)

" Dede*..dede..." The boy was sitting on the wooden floor and waving his empty bottle at the old couple. Now at age two he was a frisky child and a beehive of activity.

Zac was left in his grandparent's care when both his parents became OFW's (oversea Filipino worker) in the middle east. Two more among the millions in the Filipino diaspora, looking for jobs abroad because their own country could not provide them.

"I'm going to bed, don't forget his milk." His wife got up after the Tagalog movie featuring her favorite actress was over. She had no interest in the evening news."Nothing but politicians and bad news." she says. "Same thing." the man would riposte. He watch her take short unsteady steps as her overweight body waddle out of the living room. Since their children have grown up and left, life had settled into an unvarying daily routine.

His thoughts were interrupted by his grandson tugging on his fingers.

"Dede..dede", "wala na (no more) "

"Haven't you had your fill?" Breaking out a smile the man continued, " I think you should lay off the bottle."

Now that the couch was relieve of his wife's bulk, he was attempting to align himself ergonomically into a more comfortable position. Unfortunately the sofa had seen better days. Like them it too had lost it's springiness.

Zac pouted his lips and continued to tug. Reluctantly the man gave in.

"Okay kiddo, let's have our nightcap." They headed to the kitchen.

With a hop-skip of his stubby legs, Zac race back into the living room holding his bottle of milk in both hands. Chasing behind him was an old fool with a shot glass of whiskey precariously held between three fingers and trying not to spill any.The libation was more in aid of sleep rather than to get drunk.

"Zac, the remote?""Uhh...""Give..give,give lolo (grandpa)""Ou..ou.." sucking contently on his milk bottle, he gave up the remote.

A local news reporter was detailing the horrid story of yet another discovered batch of fetal matters. Footage showed the blurry image of a fully develop fetus pack inside a shoe box. The child was probably alive and took his final breath outside his mother's womb before dying.

It was dumped in a nearby river not far from their home. The stream was polluted by untreated industrial effluent and garbage from illegal shanties squatting around it's riverbank.The shoebox was found floating among the refuse.

The man glance at his grandson who was laying on the couch beside him. Zac was staring and pointing at the TV screen. "Bebe..bebe.."

Suspicion fell on a doctor who had a private clinic sedately tuck inside their suburban district. Public personalities seeking anonymity were it's main clientele. No arrest were made because money greased the palms of local law enforcers to look the other way.

"Wala na..." Zac's bottle was empty.

"Bedtime."

The child scampered into the fold of the old man's outstretch arms; laying his head gently on his grandfather's shoulder. " Hush little baby...hmm hmm hmm..." The TV sound faded further away into the background.

I must have doze off, he thought.

Rubbing his eyes with both hands, he let out a yawn. Confuse, the man wondered why the lights were switch off. It took a while to discern the things around him. He found himself alone, Zac no longer by his side.

However, the TV was still on. A woman newscaster was reporting about a shoebox whose contents suddenly went missing inside a funeral parlor. A film clip showed the morgue's inner sanctum. The room had a ghoulish incandescence and helter-skelter white covered corpses.

Behind the door....a child-like laughter

He heard laughter.

A child's, but not quite the innocent carefree sound a child would make. It was more deliberate.

It was coming from their bedroom....

Drawing closer the laughter took on the fiendish expression of a mocking Hyena. He hesitated outside the half open door. The bedside lamp revealed a surreal and irrational scene. Stunned, the old man's hand involuntarily push the door wide open.

Fear and shock was registered on his wife's face as the feeding frenzy continued on her lifeless body. The bed sheet had turn crimson. Her abdominal cavity lay expose and it's viscera spilled out. The tiyanak was rapaciously devouring pieces of her entrails.

The Devil's spawn turn around revealing it's facial features. A sickening feeling quickly replace disbelief as his mind began to unravel.

"Zac?" he called out feebly.

"Dede...dede...." Zac grin at him.

Swiftly the tiyanak made it's way across the blood soaked bed towards him.

It surprise him how quickly the creature close the gap between them. Leaping up on his chest, sharp claws clamped on both side of his neck. His mind screamed but no sound came out.

As it's blood covered tongue crawl across his face, bits of flesh and guts disgorge from the tiyanak's mouth.

"Dede..dede.."

"Zac" grin then bite off a chunk of his left cheek. In quick succession, it's canine teeth crunch into his eye socket trying to pry loose the eyeball.

The screams finally came as he stumbled backward.

Blood from his facial wound blurred his vision and the growing panic weaken his resolve. Still he tried vainly to free himself from the tenacious hold of the tiyanak. Feeling faint from blood loss he found himself sprawled outside the bedroom, overcome by the terror.

The creature's nostrils flared as it smelled out the fear. It's head tilted slightly backward before lunging again. Sharp incisors seize his jugular and ripped through it. A putrid smell expelled from the tiyanak's gaping mouth was the last thing the man was conscious of, his blood spurting from a mangled throat and seeping into the carpeted corridor.

"Huh...?"

The bright light pierce the abysmal blackness and brought him back to the surface of the living. Gasping for breath, he reach out and found himself in the living room. His heart pounding heavily beneath a nightshirt wet with perspiration.

"Dede..Dede..."

He place a hand on his forehead where it took several hits from Zac's empty bottle. "OWww...Zac, that hurt!"

Zac was climbing all over him. Laughing and unaware that he had just awaken his grandfather in time, saving him from a bangungot's( sleep paralysis) death.

Still reeling from the nightmarish episode that left him feeling anxious, a sense of relief gradually displace it as his breathing return to normalcy.

"Let's go to bed, Zac."

He turn off the TV and headed upstairs carrying his grandson. Two small hands holding tightly onto his neck as they climb the stairs.

"Dede...dede.."

A draft from an open window entered the bedroom. Listlessly, the curtain move.

Earlier that night, an empty plastic bag that smelled of formaldehyde found it's way into the river. Perhaps, it's content was dislodge by the water current and now lay beneath the dark gloomy bottom.

I ask my mother what will I be?

Stop Abortion

....These are the real horror stories.

Sometimes babies actually survive the initial abortion procedure and workers have to kill the babies themselves before harvesting the organs....

The fetal tissue industry has an estimated annual income of six billion dollars. There is an entire industry around the manufacture of foods, beverages, cosmetics and medical products which routinely utilize aborted fetal tissue.The majority of abortion procedures are performed between the sixth and eleventh weeks of pregnancy, however delaying until the fourteen to sixteenth weeks will yield fetal tissue that is usable in pancreatic transplants. Making the fetus more valuable! http://www.sott.net/articles/show/242726-Avoid-Any-Products-Containing-Aborted-Fetal-Cells

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GalaxyRat

16 months ago

Wow, awesome. I did not know about babies sometimes surviving abortion. Well done.

N B Yomi

20 months agofrom Dallas, TX

That thumbnail is gonna be in my nightmares tonight...

David B Katague

2 years agofrom Northern California and the Philippines

I enjoyed reading this hub, excellent writing and engaging

Robert Newkirk

2 years agofrom Otway, North Carolina

Great writing. My wife and I read this and she got goosebumps. Keep up the good work,

Elsie Hagley

3 years agofrom New Zealand

I have just stumbled upon this story also like Jodah, never heard of a Tiyanak child before, but this article sure has given me food for thought.

I'm against abortion also, this article sure shocked me, amazing where those photos came from.

I'm left quite flabbergasted after reading this, lost for words.

John Hansen

3 years agofrom Queensland Australia

Well I happened on this hub by accident, and I must say it was both scary and shocking....both the story and the real life information and photos. I had never heard of the Tiyanak Child before.

David B Katague

3 years agofrom Northern California and the Philippines

I was just browsing and see your hub. Although I grew up in the Philippines then immigrated to US in my early 20's, I must admit this is my first time I have heard of this aborted baby monster. Interesting!

Mona Sabalones Gonzalez

4 years agofrom Philippines

Very interesting to know that the Philippines has a monster for aborted children. I wonder if this is true of other cultures, as well. The closest I can think of is Chuckie, and that was a doll. Anyway, your short story was very readable all the way to the end. Thank you for this:)

AUTHOR

SilentReed

5 years agofrom Philippines

Alphaps ~ Unfortunately I can't give you any idea base on Western views because I'm from the Philippines. :) But I am unaware of a Tiyanak roaming around England and around Europe. If it were he/she would probably not be notice seeing as how short it is and how tall the Western people are. :)

Alphapx

5 years agofrom Philippines

I agree with you but there must be a different explanation with this tiyanak thing. Could you give more idea based on Western views? I believe aswang is dracula in England and around Europe.

AUTHOR

SilentReed

5 years agofrom Philippines

Alphapx~ Strange and unexplained experience that rely more on our senses and do not have a logical or rational reason do not necessarily mean they did not occur or are merely a figment of our imagination.:)

AUTHOR

SilentReed

5 years agofrom Philippines

carrie Lee Night ~ How did I miss your comment? Thank you for dropping by. Scan your profile page and was delighted to find you are also a story teller. Will be going back to read your short stories and maybe find inspiration to pick up where I left my attempt at writing fiction.

Alphapx

5 years agofrom Philippines

I voted up your piece. I partly know about some strange incidents and I believe it is because of this.

Carrie Lee Night

5 years agofrom Northeast United States

Silent Reed: A very brillantly told story and great folklore to go with it. I loved how explained the mythical creature first, then gradually got to the story. Abortion is a very sad part of this world, I can only hope your story will make them think twice :) Thank you for taking the time to write this one ! :)

TDM

5 years agofrom Welcome to my beautiful world, where magic is no longer a myth.

Your welcome silentreed.

AUTHOR

SilentReed

5 years agofrom Philippines

Isaac White ~ Thank you for your appreciation. I'm glad you enjoyed the short story.

TDM

5 years agofrom Welcome to my beautiful world, where magic is no longer a myth.

Well, well SilentReed,

That Was an incredible Story. talking about the legend was very helpful too indeed. It had me curious. a bit gruesome too. But, above it all. your Work is incredible. Amazing. I voted up

I. White

AUTHOR

SilentReed

6 years agofrom Philippines

Christopher Price ~ :) Hi Cris. Thank you for the encouragement. I thought of using the Philippine mythical creature called a tiyanak in a story to express my feelings against abortion. As the tiyanak gutted our fictional characters, a metaphor of how the unborn child must be experiencing the abortionist's instrument of terror. The poem also borrowed some lines from popular children rhyme.

Christopher Price

6 years agofrom Vermont, USA

JEEZ Kendrick!

I open my email notice you have published a new piece, with a title I assume is a gentle joke, and the image that greets me sets me back in my chair with a shock.

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